way Billy led things between us that made it so easy to follow. It was like a perfect dance, one I’d been practicing for my entire life without knowing it.
I didn’t notice that he had started walking, carrying me over to the side of the room, until he pressed my back up against the wall, drawing a surprised but supremely lust-filled gasp from me.
Without a word, he set me down on the ground and knelt in front of me. He looked up at me as he trailed his fingers slowly up my legs again, maintaining laser-focused eye contact with me that was almost as hot, if not hotter, than the way he was touching me itself.
When his hands reached my hips this time, though, instead of grabbing my ass, he yanked my panties down, never breaking our gaze. I moaned at how insanely erotic the moment was, how thick the charge in the air between us was, and how wet I could feel myself getting. In fact, without the protective barrier of fabric in place, I felt a small drop of juice escape my folds and run down my inner thigh.
Good lord, every time I thought there was no way Billy Comfort could get me any hotter than he’d gotten me the time before, his seduction skills said, “Hold my beer.”
When he’d pulled my panties down to my ankles, I rested my hands on his shoulders and stepped out of them one leg at a time. He did look down, then, but never took away the one hand that still protectively gripped my hip, keeping me balanced.
He groaned when he caught sight of the garment he held in his hand, and I asked breathlessly. “What?”
“Don’t ever get rid of your granny panties,” he growled before he ducked his head under my skirt and engulfed me with his mouth. A cry ripped from deep within my chest as his tongue moved up and down my slit.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the picture of his head moving beneath the white fabric. It was one of the hottest visuals I could imagine. It wasn’t because of how graphic it was. I couldn’t actually see him licking me, kissing me, or touching me. But somehow, my back against the wall, both of us still clothed as he suckled my sex had a forbidden quality to it that made it even hotter than when we’d both been naked in his bed.
“You taste so good, so sweet,” he breathed against my most intimate place as his tongue worked its magic. His finger joined the party and I felt his thick digit slide into my snug canal. “You’re so tight. So fucking tight.” He began licking me again, focusing his attention on my clit. My body clamped down around his digit as the tip of his finger massaged my inner walls. “Good girl. Come for me. Come on my finger, I want to taste you.”
As soon as he spoke those bold words I barely had time to brace myself as a powerful release erupted from my core. Bursts of ecstasy exploded through me as my fingers fisted in Billy’s thick hair. I rode out my orgasm, grinding my sex against his mouth and hoping that it would never end.
CHAPTER 31
Billy
When I felt Reagan begin to shake, I continued to work my tongue against her tender flesh, enclosed in the cotton canopy of her skirt. I replaced my finger with my tongue and I squeezed fleshy mounds of her ass, giving me even more leverage to dig my tongue as deep into her as I could. I wanted to lap up every bit of her juices, and even then not stop—never stop as long as she was still begging for more.
The moans and gasps and whimpers that hit my ears were like fuel to the fire of my passion, causing the flames to shoot fifty feet up into the air—and also threatening to consume anything they came in contact with.
I lost myself so completely in my mission that all of the noises I was hearing, I processed as indiscriminate expressions of ecstasy. I didn’t realize that she was using actual words until I heard my name. I focused my attention on her voice to pick out what she was saying.
“Billy, I need you. I want you inside me. Please fuck me. Right now. I need you inside me!”
Well, damn. Who was I to make a lady wait?
I ducked out from under the flowing fabric of her